All this verse is by the mistro but translated by Jesus finlay

partly the

night

that

starts to turn

like the

moon,

no its the sun

starting to shine..

As the sky

moves in slowly

yet barley is it noticed.

The time is changing if only

by a second

still it

moves

as we sit and

drift into

the ripples of water,

Can we dance and pretend

these fingers

don't hurt

even if this computer eats

them up

raw,

as the mind

leaves us all drifting

like a boat in the

still waters.